Chapter 170: The Battle is Intense
Murong Mingde felt the pressure immensely; his facial muscles contorted in agony as the powerful impact caused his feet to sink into the ground, reaching up to his knees! "Ha—ha!" His eyes widened in fury, and he let out a beast-like roar! The condensed, icy energy in his palms erupted completely, carrying a chilling intent of annihilation, surging upwards and violently surging outwards!
For a moment, the two stood locked in a fierce stalemate in the courtyard, like two stone statues! The ground beneath their feet sank and cracked like ripples in water! Their clothes billowed and tore wildly in the raging air currents! Their hair was whipped straight up by the strong wind! Both of them had pushed their inner energy to beyond their limits!
Finally, with a deafening "Boom!!!", a sudden explosion shook the heavens! The protective divine shield around Shangguan Yanxin, which was as solid as glass, crumbled instantly like fragile glass! Two extremely refined icy energies instantly pierced through his protective true energy and slammed into his internal organs!
"Pfft!!" Blood gushed from Shangguan Yanxin's mouth. His body, like a broken puppet with its strings cut, was sent flying backward by the overwhelming force. With a loud "boom," he slammed into the hard wall behind him! Spiderweb-like cracks instantly covered the wall!
Shangguan Yanxin slid softly to the ground, barely supporting his body with his trembling arms. He tried to stand up, but felt as if countless ice needles were piercing his meridians. The cold air raged wildly, and even his internal energy began to stagnate and freeze, making it impossible for him to stand steadily.
He leaned against the cold wall, panting heavily, each breath laced with blood and foam. His eyes, filled with shock and resentment, stared at Murong Mingde: "Cough...cough cough...this...all these years...you...you finally...didn't waste your time...you actually cultivated the Frost Qi to such a...level..." His voice was broken and weak.
Murong Mingde was also thrown into turmoil by the recoil, staggering back several steps before barely managing to steady himself. He forcefully circulated his remaining internal energy, desperately suppressing the mouthful of blood that threatened to spurt from his throat. His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes remained sharp: "Hmph! You've been preparing for so long, you shouldn't be in such a sorry state, should you!?"
Just then, a cold, desolate poem, seemingly from the depths of the underworld, suddenly resounded above the blood-soaked Murong mansion: "The shadow of the Jianghu vanishes, the voice of the Heavenly Gate is silenced, the smoke of war is extinguished, the moon shines on the cold, lonely lamp by the window, ten years of seclusion, cultivating a hundred years of body."
As the poem began, an invisible, suffocating pressure suddenly descended! A gale arose without warning, whipping up the dilapidated courtyard gates and stirring up bloody dust.
Fu Xiuming's figure appeared silently at the courtyard entrance like a ghost. He stepped closer slowly, his steps steady, each one seemingly treading on people's hearts. His deep eyes were devoid of any emotion at this moment, like a high and mighty god, coldly looking down at his dying prey—Murong Mingde.
"Father!" Upon seeing this, Shangguan Qinghuan, who was following closely behind, exclaimed in alarm and rushed to Shangguan Yanxin's side like an arrow, hurriedly helping him up. "Father! How are you? Are you badly injured?"
Shangguan Yanxin felt icy cold all over, his teeth chattering, and he gasped for breath, "I...I've been hit by...his...icy icy energy...it's already...starting to freeze my...inner energy...if it's not expelled...no...in no time...I...I will...freeze into...ice blocks..." As he spoke, he felt as if his blood was about to freeze.
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Qinghuan's expression changed drastically. Without saying a word, she immediately helped Shangguan Yanxin sit cross-legged. "Father! Don't speak! Concentrate! Your son will use his internal energy to help you force out the Frost Qi!"
After saying this, he sat cross-legged behind Shangguan Yanxin, pressed his palms against his back, and disregarded his own depletion, unleashing all his true energy. A surge of pure and powerful internal energy, like a warm current, rushed into his father's body, attempting to dispel the extremely cold and persistent energy.
Murong Mingde's gaze swept coldly over Shangguan Qinghuan, finally settling on the powerful and unfathomable Fu Xiuming. His brows furrowed, his eyes filled with deep apprehension and confusion: "I know you are a member of the Heavenly Gate, but I cannot understand why the Heavenly Gate Master, Senior Shenying Wuzong, is a paragon of chivalry revered throughout the martial world, a man of high moral character and prestige! As a descendant of the Heavenly Gate, why do you aid and abet evil, helping such an ambitious scoundrel as Shangguan Yanxin to commit atrocities? Your actions have tarnished the centuries-old reputation of the Heavenly Gate!"
"Heh!" Upon hearing this, Fu Xiuming's body trembled slightly, letting out a low, mocking laugh. He slowly raised his hand, pointing to the vast sky, his tone indifferent: "That person is gone, past is past! The fame of the past is nothing but fleeting smoke!" Then, his icy gaze fell back on Murong Mingde, carrying an undeniable authority: "I can give you a chance to live, hand over your daughter, Murong Hanchan!"
Upon hearing this, Murong Mingde suddenly straightened his swaying body, as if his sore spot had been touched, and let out a resolute snort: "Impossible! I, Murong Mingde, stand tall and upright. I have nothing to cling to in life! And what do I fear in death?!" His voice was firm and resolute, carrying a tragic sense of mutual destruction!
Without the slightest hesitation, he forcefully extracted the last bit of potential from his body, recklessly pouring all his remaining true essence into his palms! An even more concentrated and bone-chilling icy energy was unleashed once more, swirling around his body, the cold even backfiring on him, bringing excruciating pain! But his eyes remained resolute, solely to protect the only thing he cared about, his daughter—Murong Hanchan! Even in death, he would fight to his last breath!
Upon seeing this, Fu Xiuming's face revealed a faint hint of mockery, as if he were watching an ant struggle. He casually raised his right arm, as if merely brushing away a speck of dust.
However, with the movement of his arm, the turbulent air currents in the courtyard were instantly smoothed and compressed by an invisible force! The primordial energy between heaven and earth seemed to be frantically seized and gathered by an invisible giant hand! Countless forces, overwhelming and unstoppable, were all concentrated on his slowly raised right palm! A terrifying pressure that made one's soul tremble enveloped the entire Murong Manor!
"Unyielding to the death? Very well!" Fu Xiuming's voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth. "Then, you only have one chance!" With that, his raised right palm, like the hand of a god wielding divine punishment, carrying an aura of annihilation, suddenly fell!
"Ha!!!" Murong Mingde let out a final, earth-shattering roar, like a moth drawn to a flame, with a tragic and indomitable spirit, transforming the icy energy he had condensed throughout his life into a pale, icy torrent, and forcefully pushing it toward the giant hand that seemed capable of suppressing mountains and seas!
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